Tonty’s square brown Italian face was no more sincere than the redder aquiline visage fronting him and telling its vision.
“My brother Sanomp comes in a good time,” he remarked.
The Iroquois next took out his peace pipe and pouch of tobacco. While he filled the bowl and stooped for an ember, Tonty stripped the copper hand of its glove. He held it up before Sanomp as he received the calumet in the other. An aboriginal grunt of strong satisfaction echoed in the chapel.
“Hand of yellow metal,” said Sanomp.
Tonty gravely smoked the pipe and handed it back to Sanomp. Sanomp smoked it, shook the ashes out and put it away.
Thus was the ceremony of adoption finished. Without more talk, the red friend and brother turned from his white friend and brother and went back to his own world.